Fenris awoke slowly the next morning- he was aware of movement around him, but the skin that was pressed against him did not shift away, so he wasn't too concerned. Letting out a long yawn as he awakened fully, the elf opened his eyes, looking sleepily up at the rafters of the barn.
"Good morning," Anders' still-strained voice rasped beside him, breath tickling Fenris' ear.
"Good morning," Fenris replied softly, rolling onto his side to look at the mage who lay beside him.
The morning light sprawled sunbeams along the floor of the loft, and Anders was lying right in the middle of one, stretched out like one of those cats he so adored. His hair was tangled and messy, sticking up and out in odd places. His skin looked golden, warm under the welcoming light of the new day. This way, with a full night's sleep under his belt, without the tell tale signs of torture or worry on his face…Anders was truly a sight to behold first thing in the morning, Fenris mused.
Anders smiled at Fenris' look, eyes taking on a decidedly devious look. "Like what you see?"
Fenris snorted, amused. "Am I that obvious?"
"I see Puppy Eyes."
"There are no Puppy Eyes!"
"Not from where I'm lookin'," Anders drawled, his grin growing by the second.
Fenris growled, sitting up. He let out a soft hiss- between his intense workouts and then sleeping on a floor, no matter how well padded, had left him sore.
"Let me."
Despite not having been truly touched by him in weeks, it was second nature for Fenris to close his eyes and lean against Anders' hands, despite the blue glow of his healing magic. He closed his eyes, breathing in deep the scent of elfroot and a distinctly 'Anders' smell that identified his…mage.
"I should have been doing this with you since the day we came here," Anders whispered, his magic starting its quick, pleasurable path through the elf's system. "I'm sorry. I won't let the Commander keep me from you like that again."
Fenris let out a soft sigh of pleasure and contentment, both at the magic and the mage's promise. "Thank you," he said when the healer finished, flexing his arms tentatively. "I feel much better."
"Oh, good," Anders laughed, laying back on the covers and offering Fenris a playful smile. "Now will you please play with your undersexed apostate? He gets cranky and irritable when he keeps getting cock blocked, but if you come out and play, I'm sure he'll cheer right up."
Thanks to Anders magic and their lack of privacy in the last few weeks, Fenris was all too eager to help cheer up his apostate.
It only took a few long seconds, several tangled blankets, a half-hearted kick in the shin and a few curses that were more laughed than screamed, and he finally had Anders sprawled beneath him, face flushed from the exertion. He felt a twinge, again, in his chest, but it wasn't painful, just…
"I'm at your tender mercies," Anders said breathily. "What will you do with me?"
Fenris considered his options. He thought back to their last moment together, in the library, when he had awkwardly asked about positioning between the two of them. He remembered the surge of lust and utter joy when Anders had claimed to prefer neither. The only reason he hadn't managed to ravish the mage right there in-between the bookcases was the unfortunate arrival of the Commander.
He still wanted to ravish Anders and in all fairness, now would be as good a time as any. They were alone, it was still early morning, and they were both well rested and eager. He trusted Anders with his back and his life, and respected the mage highly. He was also very…fond of the other man, and certainly more used to his touch and presence than he had been even with Isabela or Hawke.
In all fairness, they should have already been naked, sweaty, and going at it like randy teenagers. He wanted it, he ached for it. He wanted to have this man beneath him, crying out in pleasure, pleading for Fenris to keep going. He wanted to give Anders some measure of happiness and pleasure that the healer had restored to him. He wanted, he coveted, the look of pleasure on the mage's face- he wanted to see that, and he wanted to be the reason that he had that look on his face.
Yet he hesitated, memories of his time with Hawke surfacing and clouding his mind. The frantic movements, the hurried kisses, the pleasure, the sounds of her above him, under him, begging for him and he answering her pleas…
He hadn't lied when he had claimed it wasn't bad- it hadn't been. It had been singularly the most pleasurable event in his remembered life, shared with someone he cared deeply for and respected. It was just with his memories returning and then fleeing again, on top of him realizing that their relationship was certainly more than 'friendly', had terrified and confused him. So he had run. He had been wrong, he knew that, but he couldn't change that now.
He didn't want that with Anders. He didn't want to play with the man's emotions and then vanish into the night just because he couldn't handle himself or his wayward memories. The man deserved better, needed better.
But, oh, did he want…
"Fenris?"
Fenris shook his head, banishing his thoughts and focusing once more on the man beneath him. "You may speak," he murmured, his hands shifting and running down the mage's chest. "You may watch. Just-"
"Don't touch?"
Fenris nodded, eyes fixated on the contrast between his hands and Anders' skin- his dark tones almost coffee colored in the morning light, while Anders' skin held a golden hue Fenris rarely saw. He drew his hands up the man's chest, fingers lightly dancing over skin, brushing against Anders' nipples- that drew a soft gasp. Intrigued, Fenris repeated the motion- again, a soft gasp, and the man's nipples slowly hardened.
He wasn't sure why he opened his mouth, why he spoke at a moment such as this, but he did. "Lover," he said softly, carefully.
Anders nodded, brown eyes widening in surprise. "Yes," he said. "You are my lover. I am yours."
I am yours.
The elf shuddered, that simple phrase threading through his being, ensnaring him and soothing him all at once.
Fenris trailed his hands up the other man's body, the tips of his fingers lingering in the mage's hair- it intrigued him, drew his attention as easily as a ball of twine drew in a kitten's. He spent several long moments just carding his fingers through the locks. Anders seemed fine with just laying there and letting the elf play with and touch what he wanted.
Fenris supposed that, if he had been a better lover, this would have been the point where he would have waxed on about how handsome his apostate was, or how clever he was, or any other various flatteries. However, he was not the most gifted orator- even when he was passionate about something, he kept his words short, blunt and to the point. From what he understood of romantic interludes, they were usually initiated by wooing, which usually involved long winded declarations of admiration, love, and lust.
The mage knew of his lust, that was certainly clear, Fenris mused, catching the apostate's greedy look and leering back. Anders waggled his eyebrows before looking down pointedly at the elf's crotch.
Fenris snorted. Yes, they understood each other quite well where lust was concerned. Love, however…
Fenris cleared his throat, trying not to flinch nervously when Anders' eyes alighted back to his face.
Later, Fenris would blame nerves for what came out of his mouth.
"You…are the reason my sun rises every morning. Without you, the night is never ending."
Anders stared at him, mouth slightly open.
Fenris winced, immediately pulling back. Of course he would say something that sounded completely ridiculous and outdated. "I'm sorry, I-"
He let out a yelp when the mage's legs wrapped themselves around his waist, yanking him back against Anders. The mage stared up at him, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.
"I can honestly say I've never heard that one before," the mage reached out, one hand stroking the elf's cheek. "Thank you."
Before he could even process what the mage had said, Fenris was being kissed. With a soft moan, he returned it, his hand shifting between the two of them, frantically seeking out the hem of Anders' trousers.
If he could take a step back and calm himself down enough to think, he would have recoiled at the idea of pinning Anders down, ravaging his mouth and pulling out his half-hard cock without so much as a by-your-leave. He wanted to make sure this, all of this, was wanted and not forced. He would rather be sent into the Void then force someone, let alone Anders, into…into something like this.
However, as Anders deepened the kiss, completely unperturbed by the elf's groping, Fenris couldn't help himself. He didn't want to stop and think- he wanted to feel, to give, to take. He wanted to see and hear Anders in ecstasy.
He continued to kiss the other man deeply as his hand started to pump Anders slowly, languidly. He was in no hurry and intended to drag this out as long as possible. His hips shifted and ground against Anders' leg, his kisses becoming breathless as pleasure started to bloom in his body.
If he was honest with himself, it was…invigorating to have this mage, this man laying there at his mercy, eyes hazy but trusting, his cock slowly hardening under the elf's ministrations. Fenris hummed happily at the results, stopping his stroking and instead simply feeling the fullness of the cock before him.
"More," Anders begged, lips brushing Fenris'. He turned, placing sweet, chaste kisses on the warrior's cheek. "More, please."
He gave Anders more. Long fingers gently stroked skin, drawing hisses and groans from the mage as Fenris deftly touched, fondled, stroked and played with Anders. The mage was soon a beautiful mess, hair tangled, cheeks flushed and his cock fully hard with semen dripping from the tip.
Beautiful, Fenris thought. This is what I want.
"Fenris," Anders breathed, begging. "Please…please, love. More, give me more, please, please."
He called me 'love'. How…strange.
The elf, despite his desire to drag this out further, couldn't resist such a heartfelt plea. His hand gripped Anders firmly, setting a brutal pace that had the mage crying out. Fenris enjoyed the abandon with which the other man cried out- he was loud enough to startle a few animals below them, the sounds of their nervous whinnies and stamping hooves drifting up loud and clear to the two of them.
When Anders did come, it was sudden- a scream of completion escaped from the mage, choked out the last moment by a firm hand from Fenris.
The warrior removed his hand once Anders had relaxed, lightly pressing a kiss to the man's open, panting lips. He tugged a corner of one of the sheets over, gently wiping the mage clean. "Beautiful," he rumbled.
"So're you," Anders mumbled. "C'mon, roll over."
Fenris obeyed, rolling off of the mage and onto his back, eyes watching the mage approach.
Despite his recent climax, Anders seemed to have recovered his wits rather quickly. He crawled over to the elf, tossing off his trousers as he went. He grasped Fenris' legs and maneuvered them until they were in the same position that Anders had showed them before in the Warden Camp- only with their roles reversed.
"How's this? Is this alright?" Anders rasped, hands digging into the elf's hips and rubbing soothing circles.
Fenris considered the position. He had the mage above him, but his upper torso was completely free. He was enough of a fighter to…appreciate the freedom of this positioning, despite the perceived submission on his part.
"It is fine," he replied, shifting a little on their makeshift bedding and offering the mage a smile. "Now…you were about to do something…?"
Anders let out a bark of laughter, tilting his head to kiss the warrior's knee. "What would you like me to do?"
Fenris licked his lips. "I…perhaps something similar to what we just…?"
Anders chuckled again, his hands drifting up and caressing the elf's sides. "Is my warrior shy?"
"No," Fenris retorted. "I am just unsure how to…how to ask for what I want."
"You could try being blunt," Anders offered casually. "Tell me exactly what you want, Fenris."
"I want your hand on me," Fenris whispered. "Touch me, like I touched you."
"That was perhaps the cleanest dirty talk I've ever heard," Anders said, his hands already tugging the elf's trousers down. "Anything I shouldn't do?"
"No magic," Fenris responded immediately, lifting his hips to help get rid of his clothing. "Not…now, anyway. And do not penetrate me."
"I can do that," Anders said gently, tugging off the elf's pants and tossing them to the side. "May I kiss and lick you?"
Fenris, despite what they had just finished, flushed. "Yes, yes you may."
"Oh, good," Anders grinned. "I'll be able to keep my earlier promise to you."
Fenris didn't comment and merely contented himself with watching Anders palm his cock. The warrior closed his eyes, sighing in pleasure when the mage firmly gripped him.
"Do you like this?"
Anders' voice was normally a very pleasant thing to listen to, when he wasn't whining about mages. It had a warm, friendly quality to it that was lacking in most other voices. But when he was still raspy from his half hanging, and talking in such a low tone…
"Yes," Fenris breathed, toes curling into the bedding when the mage started to pump slowly.
"Does my touch drive you crazy?" the mage purred.
"Yes," Fenris repeated, back arching off the bedding as he felt something warm and wet suckle at the tip of his cock, a hot lance of pleasure unfurling along his form. He moaned unhappily when the wet and warmth pulled away after a few seconds of bliss.
"Do you want more?"
There was a growling quality now in Anders' voice, a hint of a command in that voice that Fenris could not resist, even if he wanted to.
"Yes, more," he begged, eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me then."
That was an explicit command- a command that the warrior could not ignore. His eyes opened, then promptly went cross-eyed as the other man beamed and ran an open palm over the very tip of Fenris' cock. Fenris let out a moan as Anders continued the motion, palm circling over the tip of the elf's cock, sending exquisite pleasure snapping through the warrior's frame. Fenris let out a sharp cry, hips bucking unconsciously.
"Hush, love," Anders chuckled. "Don't make too much noise, or I'll have to stop."
The elf let out a whine at that, quickly biting his lip to silence himself when the mage dipped down and licked a long line from his balls to the end of his cock. Anders repeated this a few more times, each time lasting longer than the last.
"Stop teasing me," Fenris snarled, hands darting out and gripping the healer by his hair, giving a firm tug.
Anders had the gall to offer him a smug smile. "As you wish. Tell me, Fenris…do I have your permission to lick you, to suck you off?"
Fenris' legs shifted restlessly on the bedding, on the floor, his breath light and shallow. "…yes," he said, slowly letting the mage go.
Anders gripped his cock firmly, stroking up and down quickly, eyes still watching the warrior's face. "May I, Fenris? May I suck you down and swallow everything you offer? Will you let me swallow every single drop of cum from your gorgeous cock?"
"Please," Fenris wasn't above begging, not this close to his release. "Please, Anders, I need…"
"What do you need?" Anders asked, eyes hard as he stared down at the panting elf.
"I need you," Fenris said, hips starting to buck again. He was close, he was so close. "Please…"
Fenris' mouth dropped open in a silent cry when Anders swallowed his cock- heat, wetness enveloped his cock, destroying any stray thoughts with that single sensation. Heat, wet heat and wonderful suction-
Fenris came hard, finding his voice and letting out a harsh bellow as his world snapped and went white. He dimly felt Anders still sucking him down, swallowing every drop of cum just like he had promised.
"Anders," Fenris panted, reaching out blindly for his healer. "Anders, Anders-"
His hands found his healer's face, immediately stroking the man as he slowly came back to his senses. He blinked slowly up at the grinning mage, continuing with petting the mage's stubble on his face.
"Ich mag es… wenn du schreist," Anders growled softly. "Fur mich."
That, whatever the mage had said…that was enough to send an anticipatory shiver through the elf, despite his recent climax. Fenris stared, chest still heaving as he tried to wrap his head around what Anders had just said. It certainly sounded…invigorating.
"…yes," he ventured.
Anders threw his head back and laughed, pulling away from Fenris' questing hands. He pulled the same sheet Fenris had used on him and proceeded to help clean the warrior up.
"What did you say?"
The mage smirked. "I said that I liked it when you screamed for me."
"…ah," Fenris replied, watching the healer work. "Well…yes, then."
He leaned over, brushing a kiss over Anders' lips when the mage was finished. Anders let out a questioning noise, but returned the kiss, just as gentle as anything he had done before.
"Come," Anders said, sounding reluctant as he pulled away, already looking for their clothes. "We should head back before the Commander sends someone after us."
"This early?" Fenris asked, glancing at the sun- it couldn't have been earlier than eight bells, and most of the compound would not be awake for another hour or so.
"When the Commander is planning something, she tends to lose track of time," Anders said grimly. "She also tends to forget that not everyone can run on cat naps like she can."
"Can you tell me what she is planning?" Fenris asked, tugging his trousers back on.
Anders hopped into his pants before offering Fenris an apologetic look. "All I could say, without getting into trouble, would be that she has a network of spies and agents all over Thedas that are sending her information, and she might need to act on some of it sooner rather than later."
"Another Blight?"
"No," Anders said with a frown, quickly grabbing the pack and stuffing the sheets inside it. "Something worse."
"What could be worse than the Blight that poisons the land and turns everyone's lives upside down?" Fenris questioned, mind conjuring images of Hawke and the rest of the Ferelden refugees who had made their way to Kirkwall during the last crisis.
Anders offered the warrior a bland smile, devoid of any humor. "Politics."
AN: Here, have some porn after waiting so long for an update! *palms face* Anyway, don't know when the next update will be, but it'll happen before next month...hopefully. This'll also probably be the last time these two get any alone time together for a while, since the Plot Must Be Advanced!
Also, please forgive my German if it is wrong- I've taken two semesters of the language, and realize that I still have much to learn besides cursing and asking someone where the nearest Beer Garden is. :P
Till next time, my duckies!